Patrick: Will you?
Imogen: Will you?
Patrick: Survive, yeah? But I won't be thriving the way I would if I heard you come.
How is he so sexy?
Patrick: You want to sleep over?
Imogen: Maybe. I have a big project. If I get enough done.
Patrick: You can say no.
Imogen: I'm saying maybe.
Patrick: I get off work at eight. Meet me at Inked Love.
Imogen: Can I park at your place? I hate looking for parking in Santa Monica.
Patrick: We can meet there.
Imogen: No. Inked Love is good.
Patrick: Are you going to get another tattoo, already?
Imogen: If I am?
Patrick: You better let me do it. I don't want anyone else touching you.
Imogen: I have another one.
Patrick: I try not to think about that.
Imogen: Really?
Patrick: Really. Wear a dress.
Imogen: Are you going to fuck me at the shop?
Patrick: Do you want me to fuck you at the shop?
Imogen: Yes.
How did I write that so fast? My cheeks flush. My chest too.
I don't know if I'll survive waiting until tomorrow.
I might die of desire right here, right now.
Patrick: Anything else?
Imogen: Is that not enough?
Patrick: I will fuck you in front of my friends if you ask. But I imagine that's a lot.
Imogen: It is.
Patrick: You like being on display, huh?